What, exactly, is love?
Is it the years spent supporting each other, or a moment of infatuation?
Is it a youthful fantasy, or a clumsy but sincere heart?
Is it something hazy, within reach but impossible to grasp? Or getting what you want after layers of scheming?
The love affair between Zoe Olino and Magda Ehrenstein is like a plague called love: it strikes without warning, leaving everyone it afflicts barely recognizable.
Should they leave, or keep this shameful affair hidden?
Should they summon the courage to confess, or run away?
"The only purpose of love is to make people suffer sweetly."
Theme: How to be an honest person
